mardi 2 juillet 2013

In a blink of the eye we floated from April to July. I am now reborn; soaking up the sun, swimming in the ponds (supremely cold, but invigorating), reading books, waking up to humming jazz and wild landscapes (and sometimes on a chilled summer's night we wore a woollen jumper & started a fire), slowly and steadily falling in love. I am never so sure before - this is really all I need. An inner joy and peace that stays, a skirt that floats like butterfly while I bike.

In summer, I -wear: either a white or breton shirt, navy skirt, chestnut brown leather loafters, a singular dainty gold braceletlisten to: the sound of the sea, various Spotify playlists, Louis Armstrong Fiveread: Roger Deakin's Waterlog, Miranda July (but most of the time I am just lazily watching le tour de france)